"What do you want?" Elita's voice was
surly ; and now through the darkness Lizbeth could vaguely see
the white oval of her face, her dark eyes, suspicious and wary.
"
Where is Francis?"
To Lizbeth's surprise she did not receive an answer. Instead it
seemed to her a flicker of fear passed over Elita's face, but it
might have been merely a trick of the darkness.
"
Let me in," Lizbeth said impatiently. "It is impossible
to stand here where we cannot see each other."
She loosed hold of the bridle of her horse as she spoke.
"
He will not wander far," she said more to herself than to
Elita. "He is too tired."
She stepped towards the door as if she would enter the house. It
did not open for her as she expected. Instead, Elita appeared to
bar the way, only a portion of her showing through the partially-opened
door.
"
You must go away," she said, in a low, fierce voice. "I
would not have answered you had I not feared you would wake the
whole neighbourhood with your shouting."
"
Why are you behaving like this?" Lizbeth asked. "Let
me in, Elita. We cannot talk to each other out here in the cold."
Her persistence seemed to make Elita decide to do what she was
asked. The door was opened and a second later Lizbeth stood in
the hall. The door was closed behind her. Both the girls were in
the darkness for a moment while Elita fumbled about and eventually
lit a candle.
It burned slowly and fitfully, but by its light Lizbeth could see
Elita for the first time. She was astonished by what she saw. The
girl was obviously ill, thin and emaciated, her cheek-bones etched
sharply against her face, her eyes burning dark and feverishly
in their sockets. She looked very different from the exotic Elita
whom Lizbeth had suspected of seducing Francis for her own ends.
There was something radically wrong, Lizbeth could see that at
a glance, and she noticed that Flita's hands were trembling as
she turned to face her. The hall smelt dank and cold and somehow
an atmosphere of horror seemed to creep over Lizbeth. It was in
a voice hardly above a whisper that she managed to ask:

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seemed to her a flicker of fear passed over Elita's face, but it
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Let me in," Lizbeth said impatiently. "It is impossible
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would not have answered you had I not feared you would wake the
whole neighbourhood with your shouting."
"
Why are you behaving like this?" Lizbeth asked. "Let
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Her persistence seemed to make Elita decide to do what she was
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